Fatal Attraction (Dark Desires 4)

I hung up the phone with Dean and sat back down on the couch, trying to think about what my next move should be. I was extremely disappointed that Ava didn’t tell me that her father had given her the blessing as well. Now, it almost seemed like she didn’t want anything to do with me. She had read into something that happened and instead of coming to me and asking questions, she lost her nuts and bolts on me, trying to keep herself a safe distance from me. I thought for sure that once her father agreed to feel okay with us being together, she would jump right into growing and strengthening our relationship. I was wrong though, and now I was left feeling just as bad as before.

Dean had tried to be helpful, but he was tired, and hadn’t been there when she and I had talked, so he didn’t see what I saw on a daily basis. She would pull me in and then throw me backward, wishing for calmness and normality, but when she was offered the chance, she ran in the opposite direction. I loved this woman, and I wanted to be with her, but things had to change, loosen up a bit. She had to start listening to her heart instead of her brain, which seemed to be too much for her. Maybe too much to take the second chance we’d been gifted.

Chapter 32: Ava

Mondays were always the worst, especially when you spent your Sunday getting chewed out by the guy you loved because you couldn’t get your shit together enough to allow yourself to be happy. Monday mornings were the worst when you opened your tired eyes to the bright sun coming in your window or the loud as hell alarm that was asking to be thrown across the room. Monday cab rides to work were the worst because you just wanted to sleep while you sat in traffic, but the cab always smelled like egg sandwiches or stale coffee and cigarettes. Mondays at work were the worst because you had to pretend to be awake while being dragged into meetings and being expected to be coherent enough to answer questions about work you spent the last two and half days desperately trying to forget.

That Monday, the one I woke up feeling like I had been told more about myself in a couple sentences, than I had learned about myself in twenty-five years, was the worst one yet. When I got to the office, I struggled through answering emails, making sure I didn’t misspell too many words and I didn’t fall asleep writing it. No matter how much sleep you got on Sunday night, you were always dragging ass on Mondays. Then, I had to go sit in a meeting, headed by Tanner where I felt completely disconnected. I was nervous as hell, knowing I had to face him after having a breakdown over the logistics of telling my father about us. I couldn’t focus on anything he was saying, and my mind had drifted so far off-kilter, I forgot every few minutes that I was sitting in the conference room.

“Do you have those prepared, Ava?” I could hear Tanner’s voice, but it was still in the background of my thoughts. It took him saying my name again to snap me back to the present. “Ava?”

“Oh,” I said sitting up in the chair and looking around at everyone staring at me. “Yes, I mean no. I’m sorry, Mr. Johnson, could you repeat that question?”

I felt like a complete moron,

and while everyone else was giggling under their breath at my lack of concentration, Tanner was looking at me with concern. I had always been the one with the spunk and alertness on Mondays to answer the questions with an overabundance of knowledge. However, that day, I wasn’t even sure I remembered what my name was. I was completely overwhelmed again, but this time, it wasn’t over a lie or a commitment issue, it was over the fact that I was self-sabotaging, trying to force myself to only care about the business and sneak out of relationships as fast as I could get into them.

“Sure,” he said, nodding his head. “Can you come up and explain your change management board.”

“Of course,” I said, standing from my chair and straightening my skirt.

I walked up to the front and took the power point clicker from Tanner’s hand. He stood there for a minute, looking at me before taking a seat to the side. I hated when he watched me at work. It was like having your teacher stare you down during a presentation. I fumbled with the power clicker for a moment until I got my slide up on the screen. The other employees didn’t seem to notice since they all were plagued by this Monday hell as well. I cleared my throat and began to explain the different stages of change management that we were going to be implementing in the financial division over the next six weeks. There was going to be a merger of employees, a merger of ideas, and a merger of the business as a whole. It was going to be extensive and overwhelming for many, but the CFO and I had worked diligently to make a plan that would create a stepping stone for both new and old employees alike.

I went through every step, ignoring Tanner as he followed along on the screen. The financial side of the meeting all paid close attention while the marketing side seemed to daze out without much thought. The change would affect them in some ways, but not nearly as much as the financial sector would see it. They were going to get the brunt of it all. When I was done, I went back to my seat and tried to pay attention for the remainder of the meeting. Everyone pretty much bolted when the meeting was over, and it left me alone with Tanner in the conference room as I packed up my bag. I saw him out of the corner of my eye, gathering his things and glancing over at me.

I wanted so badly to tell him the truth right then and there, but that fear was back and it was burning at me like a fire. I put the last of my things away and stood up, straightening the chairs and turning to walk toward the door. I wanted him to stop me, but I didn’t want to make it obvious.

“Ava,” Tanner said, allowing me to breathe a sigh of relief.

“Yes,” I said, turning back around.

“You okay?”

“Yes, why?”

“You were really distracted during that meeting,” he said motioning to where I was sitting. “What were you thinking about?”

“Nothing,” I said, picking up my things. “I mean not nothing, but nothing you want to hear.”

I took in a deep breath and turned back, sitting on the edge of the table as he cleared the computer and turned off the power. It was the only meeting we would have that day, and I was really happy about that. Meetings should be canceled on all Mondays. I thought about his question and my answer, and I cringed, realizing I gave him that typical answer of nothing when it was most definitely something. I had lied, just like I wasn’t supposed to do. There was way more than nothing going on upstairs, but I didn’t know how to talk to him anymore. I didn’t know where the boundaries were. I didn’t know if I could piece the issues together enough to understand, and I didn’t know if he really actually wanted to listen.

I had so many emotions rolling around in my chest, and I wanted to scream how much I cared about him, but I was terrified at what he would say. What if I confessed my feelings and he walked away? What if I had read him wrong the entire time? I was so nervous, I could barely get my speech out and that was memorized. If I had to put together an understanding of how I felt about him at the spur of a moment, I knew it would come out completely wrong. I could tell by the look on his face, though, that he did not like the answer one little bit. I cleared my throat.

“Mondays are the worst,” I said. “I don’t know where my mind went, but I won’t let it happen again. I was supposed to be prepared for my presentation, and instead, I zoned out on you. Hopefully the others got a good idea of what I was trying to deliver in the speech. I think people in marketing believe that my board had nothing to do with them. But yeah, I wasn’t thinking about anything.”

“Well, okay then,” he said, visibly upset at my answer.

I sat there on the corner of the table and watched as he finished gathering everything up and walked out of the conference room. He didn’t even try to probe me further. I guess if I had someone who was constantly trying to figure out a way to not be around me, I might act the same exact way. I hadn’t treated him right at all. I went back to my office and closed the door, working on projects that I had put off. I got into a smooth rhythm with my work, but Tanner was still all over my mind. It was torture to try to get through the day without his humorous quips, his sweet smile across the hall, and his constant longing stares. It wasn’t that I didn’t care about him. I had already told myself I loved him, but it was the fear that I would lose him after admitting to loving him so much.

I got out of the office on time that day, grabbing my bag and riding the elevator down with everyone else. I took a cab back to my apartment and curled up on my couch, feeling very out of place and lost from not fitting in with everyone at work. They were all so bright and shiny, and I was anything but. I picked up my phone and dialed Tanner, hoping that he would answer. I needed to talk to him, and right then. It was so easy to see that Tanner was the man for me, and I wanted to let him know. I wanted him to forgive me for pushing him away on a regular basis. I wanted him to listen to me tell him I loved him. He needed to know all of this.

With frustration, I slammed my phone down on the coffee table, knowing he was purposely ignoring my phone calls. I was so frustrated with that man, and it was really hard for me to push past my stubborn nature and continue to try to make him understand how much I really cared about him. He wanted to push me away like I was doing to him. I got it, but now I wanted to talk, and he was making sure that it was as hard on me as possible. I loved him, and if I didn’t do my best to try to help him, really give it my all, I would regret it for the rest of my life.

My father was right that I could have it all. I just needed to reach out and take it. Tanner was what I wanted in every sense of the word, and I was starting to feel completely beat by him refusing to even speak to me about what happened. This was the last time I could mentally handle fighting for a relationship with him. If I screwed it up after that, I was going to just have to move on, letting him live his life without my constant drama and intense excuses.

I picked my phone back up and called him five more times, getting the voicemail every single time. I sat there staring at my phone, not knowing whether to try calling again or not. I figured if he didn’t answer it the fifth time, he wasn’t going to answer at all. I couldn’t let that be the straw that broke the camel’s back. I couldn’t just let him run off thinking I wasn’t ready for a relationship when we could both be incredibly happy with each other, given the right amount of time.

I got up from the couch and went into my bedroom, throwing on more comfortable clothing and wrapping a scarf around my neck. I checked my hair in the mirror and applied a bit of nude lip gloss on my lips, making sure that I didn’t look to tired and haggard. If he wasn’t going to answer my phone calls after everything we had been through, I was going to take my ass over to his penthouse. I could feel my heart breaking already, and I knew that it was going to be impossible for me to hold my emotions back. I would as long as I could, but this situation was no longer about hiding my feelings, it was about letting them out with pure and complete honesty. I knew for a fact that if Tanner were going to hear me out, he was going to expect nothing less.